Unbound by Lauren Hawkeye

Author:Lauren Hawkeye [Hawkeye, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alpha hero, relationship of convenience, Office Romance, performer, erotic, erotica, Entangled, fling, archaeologist, erotic rromance, protector, bodyguard, Scorched, law enforcement
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Scorched)
Published: 2017-07-09T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Three

“Cut!”

I’d been halfway through my line when Mike called it. Taken aback, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to make of the situation. I felt like I was suddenly detached from the shoot as the crew got to work resetting the stage. I approached Mike. “What’s going on?” I asked. “We were doing great!”

“You’re off,” Mike said.

I frowned, bristling. “I’m off? I feel fine. We were doing fantastic.”

Mike shook his head. “No, something’s off,” he said. “Listen, maybe you’re just upset about all this excitement over the last few days. Why don’t you take the day off? We have some B-reel to shoot, anyway. We’ll get caught up.”

“You did B-reel the day before yesterday,” I pressed. “How are you behind?”

“Just take the day off, Cari,” Mike said sharply before turning away.

Planting my hands on my hips, I looked around. Something wasn’t right, I was sure of it. Wiping my brow, I headed to the refreshment tent for a bottle of water. As I leaned against the table and considered what I would do for the rest of the day, someone caught my eye. I stopped drinking mid-gulp and examined him.

I’d seen him before. Part of the reason I’d noticed him was that he seemed out of place, standing at the edge of the set with his hands in his pockets. All around him, people were buzzing like frantic bumblebees, but the guy seemed Stiff. Watchful. That wasn’t something you usually saw, at least not on this set.

His clothes seemed out of place, too. We’d been shooting in the sand for a while now, so most of the crew had gotten the hint and started showing up to work in older clothes, the kind that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty. This guy was wearing a pair of jeans that seemed to have been bought recently—that looked as though they’d been ironed, actually—and a plain white T-shirt. Again, the shirt looked brand new. Who would wear a white T-shirt to an archaeological dig? That would be like wearing a three-piece suit while trying to eat spare ribs—an accident waiting to happen.

It wasn’t just his outfit that bugged me, either. I’d never seen him before, but I felt like I had—

At Daly’s office!

The man’s face clicked. I’d seen him at Daly’s office, in the lobby, only then he’d been in uniform.

Why? What was he doing here at the set?

Did it have to do with me?

I sipped my water. That was probably it. That was why I’d gotten the afternoon off. Mike was cooperating with the police to get this whole situation resolved. Obviously, they wanted to do it without me getting caught in the crossfire, so Mike was “clearing the area” so the police could move in. Sure, they might be shooting B-reel today, but that wasn’t the reason I was going home. They were sweeping me under the carpet in case all hell broke loose.

I finished off the water and chucked it in the trash. Part of me thought about going back to Mike and giving him hell.

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